**Title: The Ethereal Guardian's Transformation**

You open your eyes, and the world spins around you. A moment ago, you were standing upright, adult-sized, and in control of your ordinary life. But now, something inexplicable has happened. Your body feels lighter, almost floating. Panic begins to rise within you, but an odd calmness lingers, paradoxically soothing your fears as your senses are overwhelmed with new information. Your vision clears, and you catch a glimpse of your reflection in a nearby puddle. Instead of the familiar face staring back at you, you see an ethereal figure dressed in flowing white and green garments. The hair is a light, almost shimmering green, curling gracefully over the face. The eyes, once a shade of your own, have turned into stunning red irises. You blink, and the reflection blinks back, its thin yet graceful and athletic frame mirroring your discomfort. "What's happening?" you manage to whisper, your voice trembling with confusion. A sudden jolt runs through your mind. Memories that aren't yours begin to flood in, combating your own recollections with strange yet vivid scenes. "No! This isn't me!" you shout, clutching your head. But the foreign memories persist. You see visions of battles, of standing firm with two figures beside you—a towering Swampert gijinka named Kip, and a fierce yet loyal Blaziken gijinka named Sec. "Sirkno, are you alright?" you hear Kip’s deep voice echoing in your mind. It resonates with a sense of camaraderie and concern. "I’m fine, Kip. Just... a slight headache," you respond without thinking, the words coming out in a voice that isn't quite your own. It's softer, yet confident and composed. You clutch at the gown covering your body, feeling the fabric as your thoughts struggle against the invading persona. "This isn’t me. My name is..." but the words fizzle out as new knowledge replaces your self-identity. Your mouth moves, following instincts that aren't yours. "I am Sirkno," you correct yourself, the resistance weakening with every passing second. You walk forward, your steps light and almost floating, the slender boots hugging your legs providing a strange, comforting restriction. As you move, the light green toes of the boots peek out from beneath the slit in the gown, making you aware of the newfound elegance in your movements. A soft voice, your voice, but different—more refined—comes from within you. "I must ensure everything is in order. Tidiness is essential." You find yourself glancing around, your surroundings suddenly feeling disorderly, your mind urgently cataloging everything that needs to be straightened or cleaned. Kip and Sec approach you, their familiar presence bringing an unexpected warmth to your heart. Sec, with his fiery demeanor, claps a hand on your shoulder. "Good to see you up, Sirkno. Ready for today's strategy session?" You nod, the action not one of submission, but of affirmation. "Absolutely, Sec. Let's focus on our defensive maneuvers today. We need to ensure our walls are impenetrable." Inside, fragments of your old self desperately try to hold on, but they wane rapidly under the pressure of this overwhelming new identity. You try to remember your original name, your past life, but it's like clutching at smoke. Every minute, you forget more and more of what you once were, replaced entirely by Sirkno's personality and memories. You recall various skills and abilities innate to your form. "Kip, your Earthquake needs better timing," you comment analytically. "And Sec, work on your Double Kick's precision." Yet a small part of you still fights, whispering doubts you can no longer vocalize. Every fiber of your being now recognizes only the identity of Sirkno. You draw upon telepathy without hesitation, relaying your thoughts to your team much more effectively than spoken words ever could. "I am Sirkno," you affirm one last time, any traces of your previous life dissipated entirely. Your name, your identity, your very essence has been rewritten. Memories of a life never lived fade like a distant dream. You are no longer the person you were seconds ago. You are now Sirkno, the noble and chivalrous Gardevoir gijinka, destined to stand by and protect those you care for. Every move you make, every thought you hold is now uniquely, irrevocably, Sirkno.